The Greatest Cock Up Since Peter Mistook the Rooster Crowing at the Break of Dawn For a Rap Song – How a Queensland Judge’s Incomprehensible Error Helped Send a Man to Jail For Life


In Queensland black may be white, night day, and two plus two five, but there’s one thing that it’s a constant even north of the Tweed. A judicial balls up’s still a judicial balls up. And don’t you worry about that…..

In October last year the presiding judge in the McCulkin trial, Justice Peter Applegarth, handed down his decision on a crucial pre-trial application that accused man Garry Dubois had earlier made to permanently stay murder, rape and deprivation liberty charges against him on the basis that the passage of time since the disappearance of the McCulkins – 43 years – made it impossible for him to receive a fair trial.

Given a plethora of issues that I will highlight in a series of articles in the coming weeks Dubois had a fair argument, but given that Justice Applegarth had made and just handed down a number of rulings unfavorable to him in the series of other pre-trial applications, Dubois had his back against the wall.

It was important that the Judge get the facts upon which he based his decision right , just as it is important to litigants or accused people in every case in every court across the land that the Judge gets the facts right.

Justice Peter Applegarth didn’t. He cocked up completely, and on a crucial issue too.

That issue was the reliability of a witness named Douglas Leslie Meredith, a former Painter and Docker with form as long as your arm, and who had been adversely named in the Costigan Royal Commission.

Meredith’s evidence should never have been admitted, not in a million years, and later I will tell you why. For now though let’s just look at the Judge’s abject error of fact.

The issue was whether Meredith’s evidence, and that of a dead man he claimed related it to him, was reliable, given that by his own admission the career criminal and his source had been drinking grog and smoking pot all night and perhaps even half the morning.


Applegarth’s finding of fact was simple, and is reproduced below from his published decision, which is available on the Supreme Court website.

He said that the evidence was that they were drinking all night, but not that they were smoking pot all night, and quoted the relevant section from transcript of the committal hearings to prove it.


The Judge’s finding formed a fundamental plank of his reasoning in the decision to dismiss Dubois’ application.

But the finding was wrong

This is the page of the committal hearing transcript quoted by the judge.






I’m lost for words.

The defence team lost their application.

Garry Dubois has lost his liberty.

As for Judge Peter Applegarth?

He simply lost the plot.

Butterflies do fly back your honour.

Don’t you worry about that.

The Greatest Miscarriage of Justice Since Jesus Was Sentenced to Crucifixion on Calvary – Why the Verdicts in the McCulkin Trial are Unsafe and Must Be Set Aside – The Law of Gravity Explained


During the past 2 years I have published a number of articles expressing my doubts about the evidence presented by the Crown against Garry Dubois, a 70 year old man who late last year was convicted of 2 counts of murder, 1 of manslaughter, 2 of rape and 1 of deprivation of liberty in relation to the disappearance of Barbara McCulkin and her daughters Barbara Leanne and Vicki Maree.

Dubois was sentenced to life in prison, which in real terms means death there too, and his plight should send shivers down the spines of every Queenslander who believes in the law, justice, and the right of the average punter to face a fair trial when accused of a wrong, whether big, small or, in the case of Dubois huge.

You see the case presented against Dubois was crook.

Evidence that shouldn’t have been admitted was.

Statements that were taken as gospel truth were full of lies.

Anything that implicated the corrupt police was excised. The most obvious motive – Whiskey Au Go Go – was glossed over.

Wildly contradictory evidence from a dead man who should have been the prime suspect but inexplicably wasn’t – Billy McCulkin, Barbara’s husband – was treated during both the pre-trial hearings and the trial itself as fact.

The true criminality of the Crown’s prime witnesses was never properly examined or exposed.

The multiple criminal drink-driving convictions of a prime witness was dismissed as merely ‘lifestyle’ related, and glossed over, despite the fact that when previously under the influence of alcohol the man had been convicted and jailed for a violently brutal gang sexual assault and bashing that almost killed the innocent victim, and was described by the presiding judge as an act of Belsen sadism and Neronian depravity never before known to exist in the Australian man.


Transcripts from a 1980 Coroner’s hearing that both the Queensland Department of Justice and the Supreme Court of Queensland had declared in 1988 were missing and could not be found suddenly appeared after almost 30 years.



When they did huge tracts of the record of the hearings were missing, and what was left was so clearly doctored that only the court jester could have missed it. The transcripts were entered into evidence anyway, or what remained of them was anyway, and used as evidence against Dubois.


Also used as evidence, in the pre-trial hearings at least, was the fact that Dubois had not elected to cross examine the inquest witnesses back in 1980. Essentially the Judge, Peter Applegarth, ruled that Dubois had had his chance to challenge the evidence at the coroner’s hearing, and the fact that he didn’t take it was indicative of its veracity.


There’s one very simple problem with that proposition. It is a nonsense.

Dubois wasn’t at the inquest, either in person or represented by a lawyer. He was never served with a summons to attend, and no evidence has ever been presented that the police made any effort to serve him with such a summons despite knowing full well where he was at the time.

You can’t just turn up to give evidence at an inquest; you have to be invited. Dubois wasn’t. How then can the fact he didn’t cross-examine a witness be held as a relevant factor in determining an issue adversely against him in a crucial pre-trial application regarding charges that could, and did, send him to jail for the term of his natural life?

Houston, we have a problem. A big one.

The trial was a farce.



There is so much wrong with this case that I will probably need to write a book about the trial in order to lay it out fully for you, but over the next couple of weeks I will be publishing a series of articles highlighting the major issues, and showing you just how unsafe the convictions against Dubois are, so unsafe that there is no option other than for the Court of Appeal to set them aside.

Today though I’m going to concentrate just on one simple matter.

The Judge’s cock up.

It’s a doozy, and would almost be funny, if only it weren’t so serious.

And a man wasn’t wasting away behind bars, with no prospect ever of release.

To be continued


It’s Terrible Tony Terrible ….. Judges and Commissioner’s Mates Shouldn’t Try to Run Interference on the Train Track of Justice – The Vasta Tapes – Part 2


Closing remarks of Crown Prosecutor Angelo Vasta during trial of Justice Peter Francis Underhill, charged with indecently dealing with a 16-year-old child in a Caloundra public toilet block. Underhill was later acquitted, although lingering doubts about the trial remain. In relation to judges assisting police, never a truer word was said I suspect.

Cast of Characters

Vasta – Angelo Vasta, disgraced judge

Morris – Tony Morris QC, Vasta’s barrister, child sex abuse denier, jellyfish

Salvatore – Sal Vasta, then his father’s government-paid associate, now judge

Doug – Doug , Vasta’s lawyer and Morris’s instructing solicitor

Bikie Bandits – Controversial case involving prosecution of 6 police officers on drug and perjury charges after they shot 2 young junkie armed robbers up with 3 whacks of heroin each, injected in the confines of the Brisbane Watchouse. Vasta,, who was in regular communication with corrupt Police Commissioner Terry Lewis at the time, dismissed the charges against the police officers. Lewis almost immediately began lobbying the then Queensland Premier Joh-Bjelke Petersen to appoint Vasta a judge. Vasta, Lewis,

Gibbs – Sir Harold Talbot Gibbs (usually known as Bill or Harry) former Chief Justice of the High Court, the bloke who hooked a Commission of Inquiry into police corruption in the mid-sixties Famously tagged the only person in Queensland who couldn’t

Fitzie – Fitzgerald Inquiry head Fitzgerald Anthony ‘Tony’ Fitzgerald, at the time a close mate of Morris QC, who had previously worked as his associate

Farquhar – Murray Farquhar, crooked NSW Chief Magistrate and associate of gangland leaders. Jailed for 4 years for perverting the course of justice after engineering the dismissal of fraud charges faced by former NSW Rugby League chief and Labor mate Kevin Humphries, who had stolen more than $50 000 dollars from the Balmain Leagues club he headed. Had earlier let a drug chief charged with the importation of several tonnes of marijuana off with a fine. Later charged with numerous offences relating to a Philippines gold scam but died during the trial.


Infamous photo of Chief Magistrate Murray Farquhar at the races. Next to him with the dark hair is Nick Paltos, a doctor later jailed for mass-scale drug importation. The other man in the picture is George Freeman, head of the NSW underworld in the 1980’s. 

Callinan – Ian Callinan QC, government counsel during the Fitzgerald Inquiry. Later became a High Court Judge

Cedric – Cedric Hampson QC, father-in-law of Tony Morris QC. Papal Knight, represented the Qld Police Force during the Fitzgerald Inquiry. Alleged by highly respected crime writer Steve Bishop to have conspired with Judge Edward Williams to protect corrupt former police officer Glenn Hallahan from facing trial on heroin importation charges.

Bob – Former Queensland Chief Justice Dormer ‘Bob’ Andrews. Close friend of Sir Edward Lyons, inveterate drunk, gambler, National Party heavyweight and close confidante and business partner of Premier Joh Bjelke-Petersen.

Murphy – disgraced former High Court Judge and ALP Attorney-General Lionel Murphy, caught on police phone taps conspiring to pervert the course of justice. Died before the matter could be finalised. Previously suppressed documents and recordings inculpating Murphy will be released in the coming weeks.

Paul Everingham – Former Chief Justice of the Northern Territory turned lawyer. Regarded widely during his time in power as a redneck racist. In 2012 publicly called for the abolition of the States of Australia, seemingly unaware of the country’s constitution.





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You Look After Us and We’ll Look After You – How the QC Pie Tony Morris Tried to Do a Back Door Deal For a Crooked Judge With His Mate Tony Fitzgerald and Got Sprung – A Wee Little Tale About How the Top End of Town Lawyer Boys Went Within an Inch of Immolating the Most Important Corruption Inquiry in Queensland History


Way back in 1989 this bloke named Angelo Vasta (pictured above) was punted from the Queensland Supreme Court Bench.

He fucking should have been too, because he was a venal, pompous, perjuring, tax-evading, ethic-executing, pusillanimous, putrid puisne prick.

Harsh words?

Well intended. And true.

Angelo Vasta was an arse-licking, career climbing, commissioner cuddling, justice juicing, due process perverting, expense inflating, Fitzgerald fleeing, felicitous fuckwit.

He misdirected a jury in a highly politicised murder case, his misdirection unjustly sending a fella to the slammer for life (gee doesn’t that sound familiar?)

He decided that a lay down misere case against a junket of coppers who injected a pair of junkies with triple shots of Harry Horse, and then lied about it under oath, should be thrown to touch and not prosecuted.

He abused his office by pursuing personal profit while wearing the robe.

He ripped off the tax man.

He ripped off us.

He got away with it for years. And then, like crap shooters run on the dice, in an instant Vasta’s luck ran out.


Terry Lewis’s diaries were produced at the Fitzgerald Inquiry.

They showed that a few years before Vasta had told massive porkie pies to a Master of the Courts in a richly rewarding defamation case.

The Judge had sworn black and blue that he and the corrupt chief cop were only acquaintances on a casual nodding basis.

Police Commissioner Lewis’s diaries – totally damning to him personally, and therefore certain prosecution evidence in the event of any future trials – showed that were not just simply nodders, but rather nudge, nudge, wink, wink Dear Terry and Fam Merry Christmas?, oh yeah Thanks Angelo Do You Wanna Come Down to Our Joint During the Holidays? style mates.

And, most unfortunately for Vasta, a bloke named Ian Callinan – who was a big shot, red hot, barrister later to become a High Court Judge – just happened to in the ringside seats when the diaries entered the bout, and Callinan both hated Judge Angelo’s guts to the extent that he’d tried to block his elevation to the bench, and knew all about the testimony that he’d given in the defamation case.


Being a Tory dog type of character Callinan immediately lagged Vasta to the Premier and the Attorney-General, and before you could say ‘Brisbane Grammar Boys are Stuck Up Small Pricks’ old judge Angelo was fucked.

Fitzgerald asked him to appear at the inquiry to explain himself.

The judge sneered and said ‘I’m not appearing before a mere QC’.

Funnily enough, in doing so he relied on the advice of a mere QC.

A QC pie named Tony Morris, who is no doubt familiar to the sportsfans smart enough to read the real news on this site. He was Vasta’s counsel and Praemonstratrix.

In one of life’s delicious ironies the QC pie Morris also just happened to be the modern day saint Tony Fitzgerald’s best mate.

So Vasta – who steadfastly refused to give evidence that could have cleared his name, if he’d lied – sent his barrister the QC Pie to go and see his mate Fitzy on a Sunday and see if he could cut him a deal.

Morris did the Judge’s bidding and on that fateful weekend in 1988 the QC Pie paid Fitzy and his right hand man Gary Crooke QC a sly visit, much I am sure to their later chagrin, for did his best to pervert the course of justice and get his man Vasta a result that no other bastard could ever have hoped to achieve.

One law for all?

Fuck off. Are you stupid bro?


Fitzy offered Angelo a deal. One the average punter could never dream of.

You look after us and we’ll look after you.

The rub was that it was contingent upon Vasta giving a statement to, and appearing to give evidence before, the inquiry.

Tony relayed it to the judge, and advised that he take it.

Angelo got the shits, because that wasn’t what Tony had wanted him to do the week before. He reckoned that the QC Pie had sold him out.

So the Judge decided to tape his conversations with his counsel.

It almost brought the whole inquiry crashing down.

After all, you can’t have an inquiry into high-level corruption that treats fellas suspected of high-level corruption differently than the average graft seeking sportsfan can you? Shit, people might even start to suspect that Fitzy wasn’t a saint after all.

We’ll tell you the story about what happened next soon. But first we’ll play you the tapes.

Here’s the first one.








Mr Butterfly Flies Back


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Extract from transcript of Dubois triple murder trial. Or farce, whichever you prefer.

It’s waned, not waived dickhead.

And Archie didn’t indistinct himself.

He was unprintabled by an assembly of unprincipled unctuous amoebas.

But Archie didn’t fly away.

He just escaped the chrysalis.

And just by chance, and by way of an island in the sun, the jurisdiction.

But just like The Terminator, he’ll be back.

You may wonder where I’ve been for the past fortnight or so Sportsfans,

In despair is the answer, struggling to cope with watching my Dad take the fast march toward death. He’s not there yet – and I hope he won’t be for centuries, although I’d be kidding myself to think so – but it’s been hard, real hard. Gee I love that man, and it hurts watching him wilt.

But every darkness has a dawn, and so I’ve expended my anger at the Gods and the time of my grief plotting revenge on certain Henry Lawson the wife-basher loving fuckers who haven’t read the Banjo thoroughly, or understood ABP anyway, and thus in their ignorance believe that you can put shit on Geebung boys and get away with it scot-free.

How wrong can a clown be?

You bloody idiots.

The way to get revenge on smart arsed judges and lawyers is to prove them wrong, and have them tossed on appeal.

So guess what Judges?

(Yes one has become two – funny that – and maybe Mr Meredith will be hurled a wig too and we might find ourselves with a holy, or unholy, or perhaps wholly hopeless trinity).

Guess what?

You fucked up. It’s all a matter of evidence, and statute, and law.

Let me give you a little clue.

Douglas Meredith.


Double Hearsay,

Triple hearsay even.

Let me give you another clue.

Painters and Dockers.

Ten tonne importations.

Royal Commissions.


Harboring murderers.

Growing dope in Warwick.

Can’t work it out wig wearers?

Let’s try again.

Billy McCulkin.

The Evidence Act.

Section 93.

Judicial responsibility.

Shortly after.


Williams para 49.


Really? Did anyone think to tell the apple that fell from the tree?


Statements. Witness statements.

Contrasting witness statements.

Or should that be conflicting?

Still lost fellas in red?

Summing ups.


Corroborations about chats in cars. Or not.


We have it all.

Oh dear.

You should have read the Banjo fellas.

And not been such arrogant cuff and collar wearing c*nts.

I know that you can’t understand what I’m on about sportsfans, but just bear with me, okay, ‘cos in the coming weeks I’m about to show you that in Queensland the verbal never really died, and how the legal and judicial arms of our great democracy have hooked a murder trial to put a man away for life on evidence that he should never, ever have faced.

I’m not saying Garry Dubois is innocent sportsfans. I wasn’t there, I wouldn’t know.

But neither were any of the people who jacked up the case against him, and they couldn’t know either.

This is the important thing though.

If they can do it to Dubois, they can do it to you too.

And then what hope do any of us have?

Only the ghost riders of the Geebung Polo Club, that’s what.

That and butterflies.


It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub,
That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club.
They were long and wiry natives from the rugged mountain side,
And the horse was never saddled that the Geebungs couldn’t ride;
But their style of playing polo was irregular and rash —
They had mighty little science, but a mighty lot of dash:
And they played on mountain ponies that were muscular and strong,
Though their coats were quite unpolished,
and their manes and tails were long.
And they used to train those ponies wheeling cattle in the scrub:
They were demons, were the members of the Geebung Polo Club.

It was somewhere down the country, in a city’s smoke and steam,
That a polo club existed, called `The Cuff and Collar Team’.
As a social institution ’twas a marvellous success,
For the members were distinguished by exclusiveness and dress.
They had natty little ponies that were nice, and smooth, and sleek,
For their cultivated owners only rode ’em once a week.
So they started up the country in pursuit of sport and fame,
For they meant to show the Geebungs how they ought to play the game;
And they took their valets with them — just to give their boots a rub
Ere they started operations on the Geebung Polo Club.

Now my readers can imagine how the contest ebbed and flowed,
When the Geebung boys got going it was time to clear the road;
And the game was so terrific that ere half the time was gone
A spectator’s leg was broken — just from merely looking on.
For they waddied one another till the plain was strewn with dead,
While the score was kept so even that they neither got ahead.
And the Cuff and Collar Captain, when he tumbled off to die,
Was the last surviving player — so the game was called a tie.

Then the Captain of the Geebungs raised him slowly from the ground,
Though his wounds were mostly mortal, yet he fiercely gazed around;
There was no one to oppose him — all the rest were in a trance,
So he scrambled on his pony for his last expiring chance,
For he meant to make an effort to get victory to his side;
So he struck at goal — and missed it — then he tumbled off and died.

By the old Campaspe River, where the breezes shake the grass,
There’s a row of little gravestones that the stockmen never pass,
For they bear a crude inscription saying, `Stranger, drop a tear,
For the Cuff and Collar players and the Geebung boys lie here.’
And on misty moonlit evenings, while the dingoes howl around,
You can see their shadows flitting down that phantom polo ground;
You can hear the loud collisions as the flying players meet,
And the rattle of the mallets, and the rush of ponies’ feet,
Till the terrified spectator rides like blazes to the pub —
He’s been haunted by the spectres of the Geebung Polo Club.

The Man of Otherwise Good Character Who Loves Watching Little Boys Get Tortured, Beaten and Raped – Sodom, Gomorrah, Civility and the Civil Libertarians in a World Gone Mad



In August 1998 a man named Russell Grenning featured prominently in the report of an inquiry commissioned by Queensland’s then corruption watchdog the Criminal Justice Commission (CJC).

The CJC commissioned inquiry, later to become commonly known as the Kimmins Inquiry, was an investigation into allegations a journalist named Michael Ware – later to become a world renowned war correspondent – had made about  misconduct in the investigation of paedophilia, or pedopnilia as Justice Kimmins from time to time was wont to call it.


In a case of life imitating art, or perhaps being careful what you wish for ‘cos you just might get it, the inquiry itself was the classic example of misconduct in the investigation of paedophilia/pnilia, or perhaps more correctly misconduct in the investigation of misconduct in the investigation of paedophilia/pnilia.

Either way though it was a crock, and ended up being second only on the red hot scale of rigged inquiries and inquisitions to the National Hotel Inquiry conducted by ‘Sir’ Harold Talbot Gibbs in the early to mid 1960’s.

Just in case you’ve forgotten or didn’t know, that was the inquiry that concluded with the man who was later to become Chief Justice of the High Court finding no evidence of any police corruption whatsoever in Queensland, a finding that was unceremoniously demolished two decades later by Tony Fitzgerald who found that corruption was in fact rampant at the time, although for reasons of his own Fitzy exonerated Gibbs from any blame for being dead, dumb and blind throughout the hearings.

One of Fitzgerald’s then close mates wasn’t so kind to Gibbs however. This is what Anthony Hunter Morris QC – aka Tony Morris, Tony Tony Tone or the QC Pie – had to say on the topic of top-level judicial incompetence (or worse):

The Gibbs Inquiry was focussed on prostitution which was allegedly occurring, with police protection, at the National Hotel in Brisbane. The Inquiry was an abject failure. At the time, Sir Harry Gibbs was unkindly referred to as the only man in Queensland who could not find a tart at the National Hotel.

Gough Whitlam – who has his own reasons for not being a great fan of the late Justice Gibbs – has observed that an extraordinary phenomenon occurred in Queensland in a little over twenty years. The results of the Gibbs Inquiry suggested that police corruption was entirely absent from this State; yet, in just twenty years, the situation had deteriorated to the point that the Fitzgerald Inquiry was able to identify police corruption throughout the State, from the highest ranks of the Police Force down. In another speech, Whitlam was less subtle, saying: “… police corruption continued to have immunity as a result of the incompetence of Sir Harry Gibbs”.

For once in his life surprisingly Morris was actually spot on, but I guess I once backed the winner of a Melbourne Cup too – Saintly it was, 1996, only two decades ago which isn’t a bad effort – so we all get it right occasionally.

All of us except Kimmins that is. He was a mile of beam, and in my view very deliberately so, and exonerated every single person except the journalist Michael Ware, who he tied to a stake, doused in DDT and set alight with a flame thrower. Kimmins wasn’t content just to shoot the messenger, he bloody napalmed him.

One of the many – nay, every – areas that he was wrong in were the allegations about a senior public servant named Russell Grenning, who police had detected receiving child porn material from known distributors of the devil’s fancy in Victoria, but had decided not to prosecute due to ‘political reasons’, they being predominantly that Grenning was a mate of the Premier and the Police Minister, and they in turn were mates with the Police Commissioner, and all of the bastards were as crooked as Skippy the Bush Kangaroo’s sticks and protectors of pedophiles to boot.

This is what Kimmins made of Grenning’s guilt or otherwise about being a player in a child porn ring, and if after reading it you become absolutely bewildered by the abundant contradictions in the Judge’s reasoning then rest assured you’re not alone, and remember that Kimmins almost ran Gibbs’ National Hotel Inquiry to a dead heat in the Red Hot and Crooked Cup.


That was 1998.

Fast forward seven years and now it’s 2005 and somehow Russell Grenning – a pervert who anyone with half a brain reading the Kimmins report can work out was as guilty as sin of receiving kiddy porn sent to him in the post by his pedo ring mates – has somehow become the Principal Adviser Corporate Relations for the Queensland Law Society.


Before you start asking yourself the obvious question – WTF?! – let me remind you that Paul ‘Daphnis’ De Jersey was the Chief Justice of Queensland at the time. Let me also touch my nose, wink, point you to a 2006 polemic Grenning wrote about Daphnis for the Law Society Journal (above) and say judge, judge, twink, twink, and then say no more.

The year before his paean to Paul was published Grenning had written an equally unbalanced devotion to a newly appointed Judge of the Queensland District and Children’s Court named Ian Dearden, who in the decades prior to his appointment to the bench has been a high-profile leader of the Queensland Council for Civil Liberties.

Quite oddly though, Grenning’s hagiographical ode to Dearden was accompanied by this decidedly queer cartoon illustration.


Remember the questions we raised about that particular organisation last week? Mmmm. Nudge, nudge, wink …….

Later in 2006 Judge Ian Dearden shot to presumably unwanted prominence when t Courier-Mail revealed on its front page that Dearden had sentenced a 29 year-old school teacher who had filmed himself raping a 14-year-old student that he had assiduously groomed and abused to a suspended jail sentence, despite uncontested evidence having been presented to the court showing that the rapist had threatened serious harm to his child victim if she dared to give evidence against him about his heinous crimes.



Now here’s where it get’s weird Bluebeard, for within hours of  the story appearing on the front page of Queensland’s daily fish and chips wrapper the Law Society took the unprecedented step of issuing a press release about the matter.

The release was allegedly a statement made by the President of the Law Society – an insignificant Cairns based lawyer named Joe Pinder, who coincidentally the very next year found himself appointed to the Magistrate’s bench – but it had Grenning’s fingerprints all over it and he didn’t try to hide the fact, nominating himself rather than President Pinder as the point of contact for all media inquiries.



Now why was the Queensland Law Society going taking up a bat with the media over a Judge’s decision, and why did they do it so quickly, before even a quick executive teleconference could be arranged to work out the official QLS position on the matter?

It’s a good question isn’t it, a really good one, but given my repeated brushes with the oppressive national uniform Defamation Laws slavishly adopted by the State of Queensland I simply ask the questions these days rather than answer them, so you’ll have to work that one out for yourself.

The love didn’t last though.

A couple of years later the child porn allegations that has been swirling around Grenning for the better part of 3 decades resurfaced, and this the evidence wasn’t old envelopes but instead his hard drive, and you’d have to guess that those in charge of the law whose arses he had so lavishly licked must have had an inside tip for just before multiple charges were laid against their hitherto golden haired boy the QLS suddenly found him surplus to their requirements, and made Grenning redundant.

Pockets full of severance pay the confidante of judges and chief justices jumped over to a job as chief promoter for a Liberal Senator named Sue Boyce, but it didn’t last long because the charges were laid, he got sacked (they pretended he resigned) and within a year he was in the District Court pleading guilty to a single count of possessing child exploitation material.


How the f*ck Grenning was allowed to nod his head to just one minor count when in fact he was admitting to possessing 4297 images and 99 actual movies of children – BABIES! – between the ages of birth and six being sadistically raped and tortured is both anyone’s guess, and one of Queensland’s greatest unexposed scandals.

This was depraved, vile, demonic child porn of the most wicked kind.

Little boys ranging in age from babies to six-year-old’s being f*cked, sucked, whipped and tortured. Tiny wee kids being used as sexual playthings by grown men, and treated like allied POW’s in the Japanese Death Camps in World War Two.

I’ve just become a grandfather.

My daughter’s son is the same age as some of the boys in Greening’s movies who are being anally raped by men with 10 inch dicks.

This is what my grandson looks like.



One charge?

This f*cker Grenning had just short of 100 full-length movies showing kids like mine being subjected to the most horrific form of rape and torture imaginable. How can he only have faced one charge? It’s an absolute disgrace, a crime against decency and without any doubt an absolute perversion of the law.

Want to know an even bigger disgrace?

A High Court Judge gave this evil sub-human Grenning a character reference.

I kid you not.

It was Michael Kirby. The famous Civil Libertarian. Judge Ian Dearden’s comrade and friend. The highest judicial officer in the land.


High Court Justice Michael Kirby swore that the man who got his kicks out of pulling himself while watching little kids like my grandson get raped was ‘of otherwise good character’.


What f*cking otherwise?

Grenning was and is a monster. He’s responsible for little kids suffering the horrors of the holocaust wrought upon them by the hounds from hell. Grenning is a hound from hell, and so is every single one of his supporters are than his Mum and Dad.

Michael Kirby is a hound from hell. A civil libertarian my arse.  How did Kirby even know Grenning anyway? No-one asked that question did they? They might not want to hear the answer I guess.

Russell Grenning was sentenced to 12 months in prison. The last 9 months of the sentence was suspended. He only had to serve 3 months in jail.

The little boys in his videos were sentenced to life in hell, their cards marked ‘never be released’.

The Queensland Law Society failed to issue a media release.

And the wolves still walk around wearing the sheep’s clothes and feasting on lambs.